The Bloody Brother (Rollo, Duke of Normandy) · chunk 32 of 39
Fletcher, John / Field, Nathan / Massinger, Philip · published 1640 · first performed or written 1617 [revised 1627-1630] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.83 · 505 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
I know him, the Duke's kinsman, a tall man. Lay hold on't Norbret. Let me pause a little, Is he not near of blood unto the Duke? Yes reverend sir. Fart for your reverence, Keep it till then, and somewhat high of stature? He is so. How old is he? About seven and fifty. His head and beard inclining to be grey? Right Sir. And fat. He's somewhat corpulent, is he not? You speak the man sir? Well look to him, farewell. O it is Aubrey: Gentlemen I pray you Let me receive this under all your hands. Why he will show you him in his Magic glass If you entreat him; and but gratify A spirit or two more. He shall eat gold If he will have it, so you shall all, there's that Amongst you first: let me have this to send. The Duke in th' mean times and then what sights You please to show I'll have you so rewarded As never Artists were: you shall to Court Along with me; and there not wait your fortunes. We have a pretty part on't in our pockets: Boy we will all be new, you shall along too Good Madam hear the suit that Edith urges With such submiss beseeches, nor remain So strictly bound to sorrow for your son, That nothing else, though never so befitting, Obtains your ears or observation. What would she say? I hear. My suit is Madam, That you would please to think as well of justice, Due to your son's revenge, as of more wrong added To both yourselves for it; in only grieving, Th'undaunted power of Princes should not be, Confined in deedless cold calamity. Anger (the twin of sorrow) in your wrongs, Should not be smothered when his right of birth Claims th'air as well, and force of coming forth. Sorrow is due already, anger never Should be conceived but where it may be borne. In some fact fit t'employ his active fame, That else consumes who bears it, and abides Like a false star that quenches as it glides. I have such means t'employ it as your wish Can think no better, easier or securer And such, as but for th'honours I intend To your partakings I alone could end But your parts in all dues to crying blood For Vengeance in the shedder, are much greater, And therefore should work your hands to his slaughter, For your consent, to which 'twere infinite wrong, To your severe and most impartial justice, To move you to forget so false a son, As with a mother's duty made you curse him. Edith he is forgot for any son Borne of my mother, or to me a brother, For should we still perform our rights to him, We should partake his wrongs, and as foul be In blood and damned Parricide as he: And therefore tell the happy means that heaven Puts in thine hand, for all our longed for freedom, From so abhorred and impious a Monster.
Fletcher, John / Field, Nathan / Massinger, Philip
Publication year (edition)
1640
First performance / composition (Annals)
1617 [revised 1627-1630]
First performance (BritDrama)
1617 [1617-1620]
Company (BritDrama)
King's Men
Genre (British Drama)
tragedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1115 · TCP A00959 · DEEP 936
Edition role
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 2088–2156 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 32 of 39 in this edition
Length
505 words · 657 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.828 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T0 · seed 44: T0 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I know him, the Dukes kinsman, a tall man. Lay hold on't Norbret. Let me pause a litle, Is he not neere of bloud unto the Duke? Yes reverend sir. Fart for your reverence, Keep it till then, and somewhat high of stature? He is so. How old is he? About seaven and fifty. His head and beard inclining to be gray? Right Sir. And fat. He's somewhat corpulent, is he not? You speak the man sir? Well look to him, farewell. O it is Aubrey: Gentlemen I pray you Let me receive this under all your hands. Why he will shew you him in his Magick glasse If you intreat him; and but gratifie A spirit or two more. He shall eat gold If he will have it, so you shall all, there's that Amongst you first: let me have this to send. The Duke in th' meane time and then what sights You please to shew Ile have you so rewarded As never Artists were: you shall to Court Along with mee; and ther no waite your fortunes. We have a pretty pa on't in our pockets: Boy we will all be new, you shall along too Good Madam heare the fute that Edith urges With such submisse beseeches, nor remaine So strictly bound to sorrow for yo sonne, That nothing else, though never so befitting, Obtaines your eares or observation What would she say? I heare. My sute is Madam, That you would please to think as well of justice, Due to your sonnes revenge, as of more wrong added To both your selves for it; in only grieving, Th'undaunted power of Princes should not be, Confind in deedlesse cold calamity. Anger (the twin os sorrow) in your wrongs, Should not be smother'd when his right of birth Claimes th'ayre as well, and force of comming forth. Sorrow is due already, anger never Should be conceiv'd but where it may be borne. In some fact fit t'employ his active fame, That else consumes who bears it, and abides Like a false starre that quenches as it glides. I have such means t'employ it as your wish Can think no better, easier or securer And such, as but for th'honours I intend To your partakings I alone could end But your parts in all dues to crying bloud For Vengeance in the shedder, are much greater, And therefore should worke your hands to his slaughter, For your consent, to which 'twere infinite wrong, To your severe and most impartiall justice, To move you to forget so false a sonne, As with a mothers duty made you curse him. Edith he is forgot for any sonne Borne of my mother, or to mee a brother, For should we still performe our rights to him, We should pertake his wrongs, and as foule be In bloud and damned Parraoi he: And therefore tell the happy means that heaven Puts in thine hand, for all our long'd for freedome From so abhorr'd and impious a Monster.